April 2007 archive

Last night was the first real Sydney drama I’ve had. There have been heaps of mini-dramas like, ‘what bus do I catch?’ ‘where do I get my haircut?’ and worst of all ‘how do they get away with selling ‘vintage’ clothes for that much!?’

But last night a real drama unfolded. I went to see poor Jules and Beebs after their real-life drama, came back into the city, bought some cough medicine and jumped on the first bus I saw. Even as I was hopping on, I thought to myself, ‘I am a real pro at this whole bus thing. I rule. And my hair smells nice’. But the bus kept going. And going. And going. I let out an audible whimper that made a man hold his umbrella a bit tighter. I decided the best thing to do was to get off at the first stop.

So I did.

Then I thought, I’d retrack the bus route back to where I recognise it, and if it took too long I’d swallow my tightass pride and catch a taxi. It was taking too long, but I was walking along a freeway so I couldn’t identify any cars, let alone hail one down. It was pouring with rain, and I walked through several ankle-deep puddles. I had absolutely no idea where I was, it was dark, my mobile phone is on the blink, and I was wearing a white top that is sheer when it’s dry. So I was pretty much naked on top of being scared to death.

The worst part was walking past a huge area of thick bushland thinking about all the horrible things that could happen to me behind a bush.

I walked for about an hour until finally I saw a road sign I recognised. I got home, had a hot shower and promptly threw myself into bed.

Just as the prophets from Blink 182 told us, it’s all the small things that matter. Like roses by the stairs ‘n’ shit. Since learning that my pay doesn’t go too far, I take pleasure in cooking cakes to take for morning tea.

Fresh out the oven (and from scratch)

And so close you can lick it

I think I want to open up a cute little bakery like Maggie Gyllenhaal in Stranger Than Fiction. Save the world with cupcakes.